Norris Burkes: This Memorial Day, let's remember war's real price

I can hardly attend a Memorial Day service without remembering the true cost of war. It is a cost I've counted during my visits to more than 30 homes as part of a death-notification team delivering news no one wants to hear.

When most people imagine these notification teams, they see them through the lens of their own social experience. They invent a three-bedroom house where mom is making dinner and dad is helping a younger sibling with homework. They imagine a four-man squad marching to the door in dress uniforms, knocking, delivering a brief announcement and then retreating to a beige government sedan.

Occasionally, that's an accurate picture, but that's not my usual experience. Since soldiers come from all socioeconomic and racial backgrounds, I walk into nearly every situation imaginable - even some you can't imagine.

For instance, during one visit, I almost called for police support, when an anguished father pummeled the kitchen table so hard that I thought we'd be his next targets. We didn't have to call the police that time, but we did call for help when an uncooperative landlord refused us the forwarding address of a father who had lost his daughter on Christmas Eve.

At some places, we found no one home, so we made inquiries among the neighbors. They answered our questions politely and then sometimes asked if we were recruiters.

We answered in a blank stare that made them cover their mouths at the horror of their next guess.

Still, each family was unique. In one home, I answered insensitive questions from a soldier's stepfather about life insurance while his mother bent over sobbing. In quite different scenarios, I resisted both the slinky advances of a neighbor lady, as well as the nausea I felt in a cat hoarder's home covered with fecal droppings.

One visit started like a police stakeout, as we stretched the military time parameters to make our notification - between 6 a.m. and midnight. It was just after midnight, when the soldier's parents returned from a winning bingo game to discover they'd experienced the loss of a lifetime.

As I attend our local Memorial Day service this year, I'll be remembering times such as the six-hour drive I made to tell a father there would be no miraculous recovery for his son, who finally died of the brain injury he'd received in an IED explosion the prior year.

But most of all, I think I'll recall the children of the fallen. I will remember the birthday party we interrupted, the 9-year-old twins who exchanged vacant stares, and the 4-year-old who just didn't understand.

In short, I'll remember all the dark porches I stood on until someone flicked on the porch light to draw the screams of those hiding behind a fluttering living room curtain.

If you've not known anyone lost to war, then count yourself fortunate. But this Memorial Day, as you see the old soldiers standing on the parade sidelines, you should know that they are not blessed with the innocence of ignorance. They know what it's like to see a comrade fall.

All they ask of you is that you remember the sacrifice of their brothers and sisters who weren't lucky enough to march in the parade. All they ask is that you attend a service, sing "God Bless America," offer them a grateful hand and promise with all your heart that you will never forget the true cost of war.

Norris Burkes is a syndicated columnist, national speaker and the author of "No Small Miracles." He also serves as an Air National Guard chaplain and is board certified in the Association of Professional Chaplains. Call him at (321) 549-2500; email him at ask@)thechaplain.net; visit www.thechaplain.net; or write him at P.O. Box 247, Elk Grove, CA 95759.

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Norris Burkes: This Memorial Day, let's remember war's real price

I can hardly attend a Memorial Day service without remembering the true cost of war. It is a cost I've counted during my visits to more than 30 homes as part of a death-notification team delivering